Rory Gallagher - Public Enemy No. 1 lyrics

Well, she's nothing much But she looks like a gangster's moll Well, there ain't no doubt about it I know she ran with 'Mad Dog' Coll She's the driver of the getaway car Public enemy No.1 She's fact and she's fiction All wrapped up into one Sound, lights and vision Street car collisions and all We got the G-men on a mission They can't catch up at all Won't you have that motor twitchin' For Public enemy No.1? Well, the marked man, unmarked car Waiting, out in the cold, got his work cut out Well, a travel guide to a shooting star Is the only clue we left about It's a battle of wits, a psyche-out Synchronised tension's taking hold It's a battle of wits, a psyche-out Synchronised tension's taking hold, taking hold B-girl, oh, B-girl Be my permanent alibi Well, you got to keep your eyes peeled Stay alert at the wheel tonight Keep the key in the ignition We won't get no remission this time Won't you have that motor twitchin' When I come running by?